This poem has a funny enough genesis, so I thought I'd share it. I was browsing through MorbidHarlequin
's most recent works, a bit hastily, between one university assignment and another. After briefly reading one of his poems, I thought to myself: what a twist at the end! What a great idea! Then, to get deeper into it, I read it again and realized I was wrong. He didn't write at all what I thought he did... The brief disappointment quickly turned into joy, because I still found the idea good - only this time I could make it mine.*
I'd be very interested in what you think about it!
* After I made it mine, the joy turned into slight disappointment again - I realized it could be written a lot better, had the idea come to a real (and native English-speaking) Poet!